Nightly Talks


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How am I supposed to sleep 

when my brain will not shut up?

How am I supposed to shut it up 

when I don't even know what it is thinking?

So tell me anxiety what it is that you say,

cause tobight I can't seem to get away

from your gentle murmurs 

you sweet familiar talk

going round in empty circles 

to the ticking of the clock.

Tell me now so I can sleep,

or will I see the sunrise peek through the night

and now it is day,

but those gentle murmurs won't go away.

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